His fingertips graze the open surface on my back as he moves to help her. My belly flips at the sensation. I need more.
“Here. Hold this leg for me, please?” Her voice is sweet when she’s speaking to him, a stark contrast to the tone she usually uses.Maybe this is working.“I just need to–” Her fingers part the rope between my legs, revealing what I can no longer hide from them both. “Ah. There’s that pretty cunt I was looking for.”
Between them talking about me like I’m not even here and their eyes on me like I’m an object to inspect, my clit is pulsing as if it’s about to combust. If they touch it, I just might.
Hayes groans, “Jesus, Babygirl. I thought you were wet before, but now… you’re dripping all over my floor. You like us both looking at you like this? Touching you like this?” He swipes his thumb through the wetness until it lands directly against my clit.
“Y-yes, Sir,” I pant. Fucking hell. Every nerve ending I have feels like it’s on fire. “P-please. Ma’am.”
“Oh, don’t beg me, Demetria. I can’t help you with that. But if you promise to be a good girl, I will let you feel my tongue. Would you like that, Darling Girl?”
“Oh, god. Y-yes.”
A sharp sting assaults my breast and I open my eyes that I didn’t even realize were closed.When did she grab a riding crop?
“What did I tell you about speaking clearly?” she asks sternly. Fuck my life, I love her like this.
“Yes, Ma’am. Please use your tongue.” I want it so bad, but this is a bad idea. If I come before Hayes allows it, I have no doubt he’ll make me regret it.
She’s behind me again, but now Hayes has the crop and is waiting in front of me. At the height he has me suspended, she’ll surely have easy access.
I’m proven right, when she quickly lands her warm, wet tongue against my pussy, splitting me open and plunging it into my pussy with little warning.
“Oh, fuck,” I exclaim, lifting my head to plead with Hayes to let me come. All he offers is a subtle shake of his head. He looks like a fucking god standing there with his arms crossed and holding that crop like it’s an extension of him. “Kiss me… please, Sir.”
Hayes and I have never kissed, but I need the distraction from the way Raegan is circling my clit with her tongue and devouring my pussy like it’s her last fucking meal.
Bless his heart, though, because he doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees. “You’re doing so well for us. Hang in there a little longer and I promise we’ll make it so good for you,” he whispers against my mouth, the warm air from his breath ghosting my lips. “Be the good girl I know you can be.” And then he takes my mouth like he owns it. His tongue gives my lips zero chance to object–not that they would–by diving into my mouth and colliding with my own. We’re the embodiment of frantic energy as we consume each other. Ripples of arousal shoot through my body with every hurried stroke of his tongue against mine. I think I’d give anything for this kiss to last forever.
I moan heavily into his mouth as Raegan strokes her tongue up and down my pussy, lapping up every bit of my arousal.
So many sensations… all at once.
They both pull away at the same time, leaving me empty and longing for more.
“I need–”
Hayes pets my head gently. “What do you need, Babygirl? Tell us.”
“I need both of you… to fuck me. Please, I’m begging you.”
25
Hayes
Ican’t help but blink at her request. None of this is what I expected when we started this. The plan was to do a rope scene and push her a little bit and then go on our way. Easy. Controlled. Safe.
What we’re doing now, is none of the above. It’s messy and complicated and risky at best. I tend to prefer things to stay on the controlled side of the spectrum. It’s easier for everyone and it’s my job to keep everyone involved… safe. But for the first time in my life, I might not mind.
I’ve lived the last twenty years of my life in a perpetual state of “what if”. I know none of this changes how Raegan feels about me, but I’ve spent every day we’ve been apart thinking about her and wishing I could go back and do things differently. I was just too chicken shit to fucking do it.
Everything in the room slows as I take them both in. My little pixie, all tied up, naked and at my mercy. So trusting and willing. She’s the freshest breath of air I’ve had in alongtime.
Then there’s Raegan–my wife. She’s in this room with me andnotbiting my head off. She’s stunning. Seeing her take control of Demi like this. Like she owns her. It’s intoxicating to the nth degree. I’ve spent so long missing her, I’m suddenly scared to lose her all over again.
“Pleaaaaase,” Demi begs, ripping me from my thoughts and bringing everything back to full speed ahead.
Raegan and I lock eyes and I nod, letting her take this one. Fuck. Co-topping someone is not usually this easy, but we’re working together with an ease that most people take dozens of tries to get right. It’s like we’re all right where we’re supposed to be.
